AUTHOR'S CORNER;

THE CHILDREN!

The children of Abraham all pride themselves on being the chosen ones!  Yet how can we be chosen if all we do is kill the other to make room for ourselves at the gates of heaven?  This is not a competition, this is a test of compassion, obedience, faith!

 

CHILDREN OF ABRAM!

This was not the promise made when first the promise was made!

This was not how it was supposed to be, or how it was intended!

This was not the pact we made, nor the vow that was once said!

This was not the way Abram's children were meant to behave!

Ours was the enlightened path, and the road to our salvation.

Ours was the hand of peace and God's glorious kingdom.

Ours was the veil lifted off the heart and the true revelation.

Ours was forgiveness, compassion and love for all mankind.

The hand of mercy, the smile of compassion upon an orphan's face.

The cry of peace, the tear of joy, the tender beating heart!

The tear wiping hand, the loving gesture, the heartfelt embrace.

The children of Abram, giving freely what their father preached!

Divided into three, one here, one there and one searching for home.

Divided into three, each taking up arms against the other.

Divided into groups and in darkened anger destined to roam.

Divided are the children of Abram, all connected to one source.

Put down your arms brothers and stop destroying your brother!

Put your anger to one side, you come from the same side.

Put your faults into prospective and stop blaming the other!

Put down your arms brothers and read once again your book.

The children of Abram; the children of Abraham!

The sons and daughters, the nations and people.

The soul and heart of all that is meant to be man!

The divided and united in the quest for God's Kingdom!

Put down your arms brothers and rejoice with your brothers!

Let us unite in the love of God, the love of all that is good.

War only takes away our families, our fathers and mothers!

Put down your arms, and read your books, and Merry Christmas!

AUTHOR'S CORNER;

IT'S GONE QUIET IN MY HEAD!

Um, hate to admit this, but my mind had become somewhat extraordinary quiet of late!  It is not that that I have suddenly found myself brain dead and unable to connect thought, it is not the sort of quiet where sleep takes over and all one could do is drift drearily through the day waiting for bedtime to arrive!  No, one does find thought connection, and the eyes are not heavy and filled with sleep (though at my age, sleep is always welcomed) nor am I finding it difficult to interact!  So what, you may ask, is this quietness of mind?  

Let me explain; I am a writer, I have been since I was born, though of course to the untrained eye, this was not noticeable at first (it took my parents almost two decade to realise this) as my condition was interpreted by teachers and family as being a hopeless dreamer!  My dreams or imagination, so to speak, have been with me from day one, speaking to me, whispering in my ear, telling me stories and enlightening my path through life!  Not one moment has passed without my trusty shadows walking beside me, guiding me and keeping me company, smoothing the day and quenching my overwhelming thirst for adventure!  My characters have not been so much made up - as more accurately interpreted from the depth of my mind, described upon the pages of my books and brought to life in colour, given a voice and allowed to roam free within the context of a novel!

But of late, due to life forces and rude incidences of uncontrollable events, I find that the people in my head have slowly but surely become quieter!  I am not used to such abandonment and it unsettles my fragile soul!  I go to the computer, click onto a blank page and try to summon forth a friend or two, but they are reluctant to appear, and they whimper and scurry to the far corners of my mind; leaving behind a space right in the centre of my head....and it's empty and cold and all I hear are everyday thoughts.  I coax them with images of landscapes, gangster dens, broken homes.... but still they turn their faces away and shield themselves behind masses of grey matter and will not participate in my quest for storytelling!  Perhaps they have tired of me and have given up; perhaps I was not a good enough host and they seek another!  Perhaps they were never meant to be there in the first place!  

I cannot abide a life without my mind friends; they are the only characters I trust, the ones I relate to and take comfort from, they are the only quirky people who understand me... and what's more, as real as they are (and they are) they are not real, not people as such, not like the human race that eventually lets one down! Because of them, I have been able to go places I could have never physically gone, I have been able to do things I would have never done, I have been in love and out of love, in lust and out of lust, in danger, in greed, in unbridled aggression and untamed adventures - all within the pages of my novels, all within a world which is infinite and vast and deep! They are part of me, part of my fractionated self, part of my essence; all individual, real and oh so very much alive!  Through them I have lived many lives, died many deaths and filled my lungs with sordid air, exhaled twisted tales, let life pulsate through my veins!

And yet, you say this to your average Joe, and what does he call it?  Writer's block!!

As most writers will tell and relate; any idiot who refers to this condition as mere writers block is a babbling buffoon!  For us writers, our characters are not just words to story; they are our friends, our brethren, our inner, most secret, fractionated parts of ourselves!

AUTHOR'S CORNER;

WANNA HEAR ME TALK DIRTY?

THEN COME TO THE 

Where I, Sammar Ally will be inside The North London Tavern, 375 Kilburn High Road, London NW6 7QB at 7.30 pm giving a tantalising talk about .... wait for it.... EROTIC writing!!!  Tickets cost a mere £8 (over 18 only please) and I'd say that's a snitch to get to see me thoroughly embarrass my lovely little self!  Just kidding!  

Seriously, I would love the pleasure of your company and support, dear readers as I give a talk about my books and how eroticism can be incorporated (ha) intelligently into a good storyline!  My journey through the pits and falls of trying to find a publisher and how I came to accidentally (yes, accidentally) find myself writing, oh shall we say, the erotic side of literature? 

When is this spectacular event, I hear you ask, well brace yourselves.... it's on Halloween! 

Yes folks, Halloween, the scariest night of the year and I'm probably giving the scariest talk of my life!  I ask you, what could possibly go wrong??  

 So come along, I promise you'll be entertained (though I will NOT be wearing that costume!) and join me in a night of conversation and Q&A delivered to you by yours truly!  

AUTHOR'S CORNER;

WHO ME, WHAT??

Okay people, I feel the need to explain; it's playing on my mind and really and truly my mind is not one for playful thoughts or games of such kinds!  Let me explain, although it baffles me somewhat that I actually feel the need to explain; it is not as if I was drugged or abducted by some weird spirit that made me do these things, oh no, I was quite awake and aware and in full control of all my senses! So why am I so surprised and somewhat horrified?  I am not making sense am I?  Okay, let me step back for a moment and start at the start!

For any of you who know me, you will know that I am a writer; some of you may be familiar with my books and may have formed your own opinions about me.  So it will come as no surprise to you when I tell you that I have been invited to talk at the Kilburn Literary Festival, due to take place on October 31st.  But what may come as surprise to you (as it has to me) is that I have been asked to talk from the prospective of an EROTIC writer!!!! Yeah you read it right! YIKES!!!!

Now I am not one to shy away, I am not one to hide beneath a rock and let the world pass me by, I am no prude either....but up until now I had never....and I mean NEVER thought of myself as an e...e...erotic writer!  I will be the first to to admit that I do not see anything wrong in saucy literature, and I admit, there is a bit of sauciness hidden within the pages of my novels; there is romance, attraction, lust, greed, sex maybe, but never has a whip or bondage been ever used within the relationships of my characters!  I classify myself as a contemporary writer as I politely mentioned to my good friend, neighbour and comedy literary agent who is also the organiser or this event.  'But I have always thought of myself as quite tame,' I argued.  To which I was met with a thundering cackle and a snort for good measure!  'If that is you tame,' she said, 'I'd hate to be in the same room as you when you are feeling frisky!'

I am shocked, I know that my recent novel was about three families who become enticed by Lucifer and engage in sordid affairs upon the beaches of Marbella!  I am aware that the novel before that was about a girl who finds herself trapped in a gang of pimps and has to earn her keep in order to survive!  But erotic?  Really?  Me?

The most saucy I ever become is indulging in a large pizza and watching episodes of Sex and The City!  Could it be that I am a closet wildcat and am living in self denial?  Am I over explicit in my seemingly contemporary novels?  How on earth have I missed that?  It was me who was writing!  

I asked my friend if there was any other talk I could possibly give, and she simply replied, 'You could come at it that your writing is intelligent, has good story lines and powerful, whilst erotic and enticing!  Intelligent erotica!' 

All I can say is, you live and learn something new about yourself everyday!  I personally had no idea (call me stupid) I just thought I was writing about life, and in life sex does happen!  I guess my books are more interesting than the author!  

And yes, in case any of you were wondering, I will be giving that talk at the Kilburn Literary Festival, but I will do it in an intelligent way, and I will incorporate erotica within the context of writing and not the other way round!  Excuse me while I go and build up some courage!

AUTHOR'S CORNER;

BLOGGING; IS IT THE MEDICINE OR THE SUGAR PILL?

Now it might just be me, but I have been growing alarmingly concerned over this new concept called blogging....and yes, before anyone decides to comment, I know that I am actually blogging right now!  However, I have found myself questioning this slightly strange and unusual activity and wondering exactly how beneficial it is.  You see, I, along with many other indie writers have fallen into the trap of the pseudo fame blogging community!  What is it, I hear you ask.  Let me explain, we blog to an audience, right?  The readers visit our pages, read our work, share and like, retweet and comment...right?  Okay, that's good.  We clap our hands in glee when we check our page visits, we congratulate ourselves on scoring a few hundred visitors that day; surely now at least half of them will check us out, look us up on Amazon and purchase a copy or two of our books?  Umm, no, not really........?????

Don't get me wrong; if one is blogging for the love of it, then by all means go ahead, blog to your heart's content!  But if like me you have been advised from very reliable sources that the best way to promote and sell your book is through producing titbits of tantalising blogs to seduce your readers, then we have a problem. Because (and yes I know I have started the sentence with because)  

though you may get a lot of page visitors, they are mainly visiting your page for the blog contents and not necessarily your books! You may have quite a few page visitors, but ask yourself, in the world of literature, how well known are you?

Which brings me to my original question and indeed nagging concern; is blogging actually the medicine to success or the sugar pill which we are given to put us to sleep for a while?  Call me old fashioned, but isn't the best way of promoting a book is to actually advertise that book?  Put posters up of the book?  Get book stores to actually put that book on the shelves?  Nowadays it seems that most indie publishers have a marketing pack ready to hand over to the author, which mainly includes joining facebook and blogging!!

And what is blogging anyhow?  I blog, you blog, we all blog! Seems to me we can all be published bloggers in our own rights!

And of course the sense and feeling of fame will grow each time we get a response or are retweeted.  I keep asking the question what is blogging and realise that even my poor computer does not have a clue as it keeps underlining the word and my page is nicely decorated with red error marks!  Blogging is a fairly new trend and it is growing simply because we live in a 'Big Brother' culture where people like to see what others are up to.  The most successful blogger, it seems are the most personal and outrageous ones!  

We love to share personal news and we love to receive other people's personal news, salivating at the mouth as we search the net for the latest piece of gossip.  As if people's personal news would be any different from our own!  Let's face it, we are becoming a nation of peeping Toms! 

In trying desperately to keep an audience, we will resort to all sorts of subjects, even bordering on the slightly obscene!  Before we know it our thirst for fame grows to an uncontrollable urge and we break the most important rule any writer can break; we reveal ourselves to the world and soon lose the mystery that used to accompany a writer!

Does it make any difference what I have done last week?  Would the world think me a better writer if I revealed a quirk in my personality?  Am I actually selling my work, or am I exposing myself?  

And is it necessary in the 21st Century for the audience to actually know me as intimately as they know themselves?  I have blogged about my difficulties in obtaining book signings, I have blogged about 

barbecues I have held, I have blogged about my child going to hospital, I have blogged about my age, my father's stroke!  Right now my readers know more about me than any potential date (yeah right) I may have.  Having exposed myself and been personal, having bared my soul for all to see (read) and left myself with no literary mystic, (which would have actually been more beneficial to my books) I feel a little blogged out and disheartened!

Has this made me more of a novelist? Or am I more qualified as a blogger?

Guys, I'm not sure this is a foolproof marketing strategy!  Because I have done my part, but yet I don't see posters of my book on the underground, no great advertisements in newspapers and they certainly have not been distributed to any bookshops which I have not personally approached.  So I ask again, is blogging the medicine to success or merely the sugar pill offered as a means to keep us busy? 

Will I give it up?  Umm....no, because like most bloggers, I like the buzz of the possibility that to my readers I am actually somewhat a little, tiny bit famous!!

AUTHOR'S CORNER;

ME, MYSELF AND GOD KNOWS WHO!

Okay, I admit, I've been somewhat absent from the blogging scene recently!  It's been quite a ride, a terrible trial and tribulation as far as I'm concerned!  It seems like my persona has split into many mini ones and I have somehow lost my footing and fallen into the abyss of my warped mind!  In there, there are many mini Sammar Allys all vying for a reinstatement of existence!  I am - in plain English - a little lost and confused.  Normally I am lost, but quite secure in my wilderness, but recently I've been stumbling along the Yellow Brick Road of mood swings and good old fashioned insecurities, and the Wizard of Oz is nowhere to be found!

Writers by nature are fragile, insecure creatures and tend to exist in a split personality world, where one side of them is society functional and the other is an insane world of imaginary friends and scenarios (the stuff where good fiction is made) and they tinker between 'normal self' and 'indulgent self', though mainly in the privacy of their own study, from the safety of their laptop!  I have lost my grip and insanity seems to beckon, should I embrace it?  I fear the consequences.  

Okay, let me explain; normally I can hold it together, safe within the confines of my desk and away from prying eyes.  As a writer I am free to indulge in controlled madness, silly insanities, and illogical logic.  If, of course, I am left alone in order to do so without inflicting harm on society.  However, life has been hectic of late and I have been forced to interact a little more than I would like, hence my insanity has not gone unnoticed!  I find myself exposed and this my friends is not a good look for any writer!  My moods as a result, have taken on a life force of their own and I have discovered many sides to myself which I had previously convinced myself were only within my fictional characters.  It turns out that I have been writing about myself all along, only I didn't realise it! 

Normally this is me; walking around with an air of composed dignity and sophistication, that is worthy of being a writer (yeah right, who am I kidding?) admired by friends and family.  But not of late, no, you see I have not been able to write as often as I would have liked due to family matters which have taken up most of my time.  The result.... devastation!  Where my many split personalities had a place upon the screen of my word processor, without fiction, they simply manifested in a different way!

MISTY ME!

The darkness seemed to come from nowhere and my stable mind became somewhat unsettled; I found the noises in my literary head a little too loud and the itching in my keyboard clicking fingers a bit uncomfortable!





PARANOID ME!

Followed swiftly by complete and utter insecurities, which left me feeling rather paranoid and a little naked!

MAMA SAMBO

This seemed to be followed by bouts of self indulgence and gluttony which frightened my poor husband quite considerably!

FREE SPIRITED

Next came the happy hours, where life seemed not to matter and basically a 'to hell with it' attitude was adopted!






ANGRY BABE!

Swiftly and surely after the happiness came moments of total frustrations at my inability to care much about much!  readers, please note, it was not a happy time!

MAMA IS BACK!

More self indulgence.... and one very frightened husband!




HAPPY CHICK

And of course pretend happiness merged and surfaced and the kids became frightened!

DANGER GIRL

Then inevitably the violent tendencies appeared, and although mainly in my office, in front of my computer, hubby was reluctant to approach me!


CRY BABY

And then of course, came the emotional floodgates that seemed to suddenly open wide!  I was an emotional wreck.. I cried louder and harder than any baby!

I cried harder and stronger than a baby in a wet nappy!  I cried like I never cried before!




And then came...

THE MAN HATER!!!

This, I think, by far, intimidated my poor husband the most; he just couldn't be sure he was safe with me!




Pleased to say, now that I am back on my computer and happily writing, all my split personalities have retreated back onto the pages of my novel and the world is once again safe!  The moral of the story....Never take a writer away from her desk; it could be dangerous!

AUTHOR'S CORNER;

THE CURSE OF THE FOOTBALL!

'And behold, I'll put a curse on thee, for all the wrong ye have done!

For once every quarter decade, to football ye shall lose your sons!'

Well ladies, it's that time again, the time when the curse of the football comes upon us; when men are blinded to our beauty and womanly charms and fall into a trance as the football phantom's curse takes hold upon all their humanly senses and transforms them into zombies! Yes you've guessed it, it's THE WORLD CUP!!!!  It's Brazil v England, England v Spain, Spain v Argentina, Argentina v China...China???  Oh well, you know what I mean; basically it's various countries footballing against other countries accompanied by an entourage of men chanting in a primeval manner and guzzling tons of beer as they stuff kebabs and various other cholesterol busters down their unshaven necks! Charming!  Not to mention their sudden and frankly rather annoying need to expose their beer bellies for all the world to see.  One can only remember them as they once were by casually glancing over at the wedding photo, which sits in solitude upon the bookcase, and sigh in mournful pity. 

  'And though your beauty may be blooming, in his eyes you will no longer be

For once the ball starts rolling, your womanly form he shall never see!'

Your lovely attentive husband suddenly loses all interest in you and his eyes become fixated upon his flat screen t.v.  And you can't help but wonder; when did I become invisible? What seemed like an intelligent, caring husband and father has suddenly morphed into something from an eighteenth century mental asylum!  Oh husband where are you??  Your curvy figure is met with annoyance if it stands in between him and that t.v. and he snarls at you with gnashing teeth in an cannibalistic fashion as he spits kebab bits in his angry speech!  Who is this man?  And every so often you hear a sudden outburst of "GOAL!!" coming out of this mentally challenged zombie who now sits happily in your husband's favourite chair.  SCARY!!!

'And thou shalt have time to contemplate the sins of which you are accused. 

For then ye shall remember the poor soul abused!'

And ladies, boredom will set in, it will set something terrible and you will feel neglected and a little sad to say the least! And much to your surprise, your once lovely husband will not be worried, in fact he will be secretly excited by your growing frustrations and in sporting spirit it will be incorporated as part of the match!

My advice, don't challenge this behaviour; it will only encourage him in a way which is frankly quite frightening!

'Thy bed chamber will become a lonely cave of loveless woes.

And he shall sleep restful as your sorrow grows!'

This is the time of year, where although charged with testosterone, there will be none spared for you!  Yes ladies, it be a loveless period, for too much beer and junk food will take over his system and make his body heavy with toxins; in fact you will find that only his eyes and chanting voice will be working efficiently during this time!

'And though thou may show displeasure for such trespasses, it will not bode well.

For thou will only bring down upon thy head the fury of all hell!'

Yes sisters; fights will break out during these trying times and no amount of lipstick will make you look good!  A man defending his football is like a wild beast defending his patch of land; gnashing teeth and sweaty brows are never a good sign!  Keep away; that's my advice!

'And who so ever shall deny the beloved game to thy groom,

Will be met with such fate of hell fire and doom!'

Seriously, it's not worth it; they tantrum like two year old toddlers if you even hint at changing the channel!  Good luck girls and may your inner strength be with you!

AUTHOR'S CORNER;

THAT TIME OF LIFE...

Now it pains me to admit this, but admit it I simply must.  You see I am victim, as many of us are, to the delusional state of mind which makes one think that one is eternally young.  And just like a car crash, the realisation of reaching my middle years has hit me out of nowhere, leaving me quite shaken and in disbelief; it seemed like only yesterday that I was a willowy young thing with thick brown hair and chocolate eyes that would melt the hearts of a thousand sailors!  Laughter, love, life and dreamy nights have whizzed by in a haze, along with pregnancies and more nappies than I care to remember!  The whirlwind of life has swept me along nicely into my forties and I am left wondering, how did this happen?  The unmentionable middle ages? 

And why, I wonder, should life be so cruel as to only bring about retrospect when the best years of youth have flitted by?  Why only then do we look back and see clearly that we could have done a better job out of life and regret from a sorry distance the years of youthful splendour which we have squandered on idiosyncrasies and wasted opportunities.  Nothing (unless you are very lucky) has turned out how we had imagined it, and the Romeo you have hand picked and defied your parents over, turned out to be no Romeo at all, rather more like a sorry character out of Macbeth!  Your children are grown up strangers who Do Not think you are cool, and laugh at you when you recall your disco days!  The phrase 'I was once beautiful,' is met with a smirk on their behalf and heaven help you if you share with them your wilder days!  

According to your kids you are no more than this thing called mum, which is sort of a forty something entity and hardly woman at all!  And if memory permits and they do recall some earlier years, to them, it is like a fleeting image of something strict, tall and looming!  

The figure you once owned has diminished beneath a bubbling mound of excess fat and stretch marks.  In short - you can try to lose weight, but the belly and bottom are refusing to budge...size 8 seems like a dream you once dreamt!

Morning sun is no longer flattering upon your skin, and heaven help the postman if he should call before you have had your fifth cup of coffee!

Not to mention the sudden imbalance of hormones which lead to mood swings, hot flushes, nervous disposition and a sudden tendency for insanity!

Romantic talk with your Romeo is futile; you may think you've still got it, but don't forget, he's got eyes!

And your well meaning attempts at romance will be met with tactful avoidance and clever game playing!

 

                                                   


love will feel somewhat jaded and a little suspicious....

Marital bliss will start to take on the form of world war two, and before you know it military strategy will commence!

Let the battle commence....

Give it up...you are no longer a pretty young thing! face your demons.

Let's not kid ourselves....just make a brew, phone a friend and give into middle age, it makes life easier!